IDF soldiers 521.
(photo credit: IDF Spokesperson)
Israeli babies born this month 18 years ago are now old enough for the draft.
Some are already in uniform while others soon will be. They were born under the
Oslo sign. It seemed a great time to come into the world.
They took their
first breaths as the Oslo accords were inaugurated with whoops of rapture.
Niggling doubt was politically incorrect and accordingly drowned out with heaps
of scorn and wrath in the name of goodwill and broad-minded tolerance. Optimism
was compulsory.But, looking back, was optimism vindicated? Had the Oslo
dreams panned out and even partially justified the hype, there would be no more
need to train any more 18-year-olds in the arts of war – especially this very
symbolic batch of 1993-vintage recruits.
But alas, OC Home Front Command
has just imparted to us the glad tidings that “the possibility for a multi-front
war has increased including the potential use of weapons of mass destruction.”
As to Maj.-Gen. Eyal Eisenberg assesses our situation, our perils are
acute, if not unprecedented.
Among the dangers, he noted that during
recent confrontations on the Gaza front, “we discovered a new weapon. We
therefore instructed the public to take extra precautions and seek cover under
two roofs and not just one.”
Whoa, hold on! What’s that? We won’t get
into the defense-tactic technicalities of recommending a double- roof
protection. Suffice it to point out that Oslo was supposed to make us secure,
luxuriant in blissful peace. No one was supposed to fire on us from anywhere in
proto-Palestine. Oslo was to usher in a rosy new dawn in the image of the New
Middle East, as scripted by its visionary starry-eyed author Shimon
The glowing sales pitch on the White House lawn by Oslo’s first
sucker, Yitzhak Rabin, comes to mind: “In the alleys of Khan Yunis and the
streets of Ramat Gan, in Gaza, Hadera, Rafah and Afula, a new reality is
The hundred-year-old Palestinian-Israeli conflict is
How Peres’s dupes roared with derision when warned that their
concessions would result in Katyushas raining down on Ashkelon. We were
pronounced unadulterated anathema and denigrated as Hamas
“Where are those Katyushas?” Rabin sardonically teased. As
more and more political fortunes were sunk into the Osloite pit and as more and
more intoxicating fumes were inhaled by more and more gullible and/or
opportunistic junkies, so it became harder to kick the addiction. How
unremitting were their efforts to hook others. No ploy was too
To be fair, we need to stress that pro forma, Rabin is
still – strictly speaking – right. Not a single Katyusha had shattered
Ashkelon’s calm. Adept at Newspeak linguistic manipulation to a degree that
would floor George Orwell, our media resorts to the improved Katyusha’s
alternative nickname – Grad. Same thing.
Nevertheless, a different
moniker facilitates deception and denial.
For the sake of restraint we
won’t even dwell on the fact that dire predictions that Ashkelon would come
under fire were painted as unbelievably insane and outrightly malicious
scaremongering in 1993. Yet reality has proven yesteryear’s worst worrywarts as
not pessimistic enough. Even they didn’t dare conjure up scenarios of Ashdod,
Kiryat Gat and Beersheba being in Gaza’s rocket range.
It shouldn’t take
a mastermind to work out that something in the grand Oslo design didn’t quite go
to plan – not that this would be remotely admitted by Peres, his agenda-pushing
sidekicks and the whole weird gamut of farsighted creative omniscients who
gravitate to the left wing of our political arena.
Even less than a
confession of egregious error would do in lieu of an apology. Mild
soul-searching and an acknowledgment that Oslo is dead would suffice. But it’s
unrealistic – even now – to expect moral stocktaking and intellectual honesty
from the bumbling bamboozlers who inflicted Oslo upon us.
high-rollers imported Arafat from Tunis, along with his lieutenants and 40,000
henchmen, whom they armed. They imparted to the citizenry a sense of a
nothing-to-lose emergency. Peres waived no opportunity to remind Israelis that
time works against them. “What’s the alternative?” he ceaselessly inquired
whenever challenged, insisting repeatedly that at worst Oslo is the least of the
evils menacing us.
That was patent misrepresentation, not only in the
light of hindsight wisdom. Israel wasn’t beset by mortal existential perils in
1993. Nothing mandated surrender.
The PLO leadership resided sumptuously
abroad and world opinion grew accustomed to the fact. Tampering with all this
was incomprehensibly rash.
We’re still paying for Peres’s devil-may-care
His “peace” harmed Israel incalculably more than the
so-called occupation he bemoans with European sanctimoniousness, as if he had
become a visiting stranger himself, a bit distant from our reality.
kick-started Israel’s historic delegitimization and grotesque demonization. It
was a steep downward slide ever since. Numerous Israeli lives were sacrificed to
the Oslo Moloch (“victims of peace” or “offerings of peace” in unconscionable
Osloite parlance). The international community’s pariah, we were never as
vulnerable since 1948. Peres opened the gates of hell.
In the 1950s
prominent social psychologist Leon Festinger, progenitor of the Cognitive
Dissonance theory, focused on the obsessive rejection of tangible reality by
fanatic followers of fantasy. He studied a small cult that awaited the imminent
arrival of aliens from another galaxy. They calculated dates and prepared
meticulously for the great event – which never materialized.
of the flying saucer cult didn’t relinquish their faith in “Guardians” from
outer space and their promises for a new universe.
This led Festinger to
observe in his ground-breaking 1956 book When Prophecy Fails that the collapse
of prophecies disseminated by cults “often has the opposite effect from what the
average person might expect.
The cult following gets stronger and the
members even more convinced of the truth of their actions and
Israel’s home-grown peace cult is proof positive. Not only
don’t Oslo’s progenitors beat their own breasts in contrition for what they
wrought, but they beat the breasts of their political opponents. Rather than
regret all the giveaways by Israel, they aver that everything would have been
hunky-dory had we only given more and divested ourselves of additional strategic
assets with greater cheer rather than sourpuss grudging.
premise here is that even if today’s government won’t accept this wisdom,
tomorrow’s might. Osloites keep formulating the starting point for future
bargaining and setting the stage for the next disaster.
Harbingers of the
New Middle East refuse to be dissuaded.
As Festinger noted, “a man with
conviction is a hard man to change. Tell him you disagree and he turns away.
Show him facts and figures and he questions your sources. Appeal to logic and he
fails to see your point… presented with evidence – unequivocal and undeniable
evidence – that his belief is wrong, he will emerge not only unshaken but even
more convinced of the truth of his beliefs than ever before. Indeed he may even
evince new fervor about convincing and converting others to his